A 5-post collection

Challenge #00867-B136: Manuals Exist for a Reason

Two people are standing in front of [Large, technical, dangerous-but-necessary item]. They are discussing how to do something highly dangerous with it that is their best hope at this point.

Person #1: [Name], walk us through this.

Person #2: First, you’ll want to [BAD IDEA]. Then [ANOTHER BAD IDEA]. After that, [NO]. Then [DON’T DO THIS] and [SERIOUSLY, DON’T].

Person #3: So…basically everything written here, in order, right after ‘WARNING: DO NOT’…

Person #2: Essentially.

The night before the Big Day.

Kevin could tell that this was
bad news. Hackmeyer had promised him, Dave-o and Steve some extra credit
if they helped the Professor with his ‘little adjustments’ to Katie’s “dimensional pinhole” instrument array.

“Okay,” said Steve. “What are we doing to this thing?”

Hackmeyer cracked his knuckles. “First, we disengage the safety alarm. Then we increase all the inputs in the first array three marks past the red
line. After that, we move on to the secondary and tertiary arrays,
moving them comfortably into the red zones. If not further.”

picked up the very detailed operations manual that he had helped Katie
put together. “So… just about everything in this manual, under the
title, ‘This Will Kill You and Most of California if You Try It’, right

Hackmeyer glared at him. “Need I remind you, mister Polson,
that you have extra credit and I have significant grant money riding on
this display being one that the military can appreciate? The last thing any of us need is some little girl playing it safe so that her dollies can have a tea party in the reactor!”

and Steve agreed with Hackmeyer. None of those three men had read the explicit details of exactly what could go wrong with Katie’s dimensional
pinhole. And, after all, this was America. Bigger was better. Why have a pinhole when one could have a sinkhole?

Therefore, he tried desperately to covertly unfuck everything that the others fucked up. And
he left Katie’s dummy ‘safety switch’ in the covert ‘alert’ position.

He just had to hope that Katie could fix everything in time.

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Dawn breaks...

Not literally. No. This is a metaphorical dawn. A dawn in the mind.

Followers of my ramblings - the ones who aren’t bots - will know I recently discovered the anti-joy of having a spur in my heel.

It’s painful to walk, most of the time. So I have gained a new appreciation of being able to walk without pain.

And last night… I cooked a meal for the first time in four fargnaxing weeks.

It was

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Feckin' entropy

It’s Friday. Five days into Sore Footsville. The sink is full of dirty dishes. The countertop is full of dirty dishes and filthy pots and pans.

Laundry is piling up again. Debris is starting to gather on the floor.

I am physically incapable of doing a damn thing about it.

Hubby and Shiftless are working late every night. The only person I can rely on to do anything is Mayhem.

Mayhem’s 10. He’d much rather be

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48 hours

That’s how long it took me to clear the sullage water hose so that it could be shifted for mowing. And I broke a part. Phooey.

It’s also how long I haven’t been able to do housework, because I’m red-faced and gasping for air. As well as rat-faced tired.

It is also how long it takes for my house to go to shit.

There are objects blocking the sink.

There are objects clogging the

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Inevitable Entropy

Entropy is defined as the state in which things take the least energy to remain so.

Water follows the path of least resistance. So do electrons.

And, apparently, so does house-mess. It’s very simple to observe. Especially in a house containing at least one hoarder.

Five people live in our house. Only one cleans more than their own mess. When that one gets sick or incapacitated… Everything is left behind.

The “not mine” mess piles up. It

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